He would call that one a mother-in-law's tongue Saint George's sword or snake plant I bought a label gun, now it has a name tag If he were here, he'd hate that Call it whatever you want It won't survive if I die, leaving it alone They come and visit all his friends They're afraid of how it ends My camouflage is on no matter when I remember once he took a clipping And buried it halfway down Now we wait and see if She gets lucky and she lives Probably not is my guess But hey, who knows?